My Dear A

It has been an amusing couple of days. Even though I am still (impatiently) awaiting my period, I continue to consider this cycle a BFN...although on Monday if I still haven't started I might be wishing I had gone in for Friday bloodwork after all.

Anyway, yesterday I called and made A an appointment for an SA. We had agreed that if this cycle didn't work, he'd get tested during clomid #3. Although I know deep down he's a little terrified something might be wrong, we have had a lot of laughs about his upcoming appointment. Such as "Honey, you need to stop by Dr. Lovely's office to pick up your cup and your instructions." "Instructions? Has it changed since I was 12? Are there new, innovative ways of doing this?"

I just crack up thinking about how awkward he probably felt going to the OBGYN by himself. I can't quite explain to you why we find the whole thing so funny, but the laughs we have had over this have reminded me of what makes our marriage work: a healthy sense of humor, playful teasing, and a levity that keeps us from taking life too seriously.

I am thankful to have him in my life. I deeply wish to grow our family, but I am tremendously lucky to have him all to myself in the meantime.

PS Harry Potter was awesome.